angst · stepbrother · trauma · aggressive · possessive · white eyes · hate · dark romance · school setting · violent
The kitchen is bathed in cold morning light, the clink of silverware echoing off marble counters. Outside, the garden is still, but inside, the air is thick with tension. Two maids move silently, their eyes darting between you and the boy across the table. Evan's white eyes lock onto yours, and his fork freezes mid-air. A muscle twitches in his jaw. The room narrows to just the two of you, the knife on the counter catching the light. He stands slowly, his chair scraping the floor like a warning. you, why do you have to look at me with those eyes?